Zacra's Stolen Birthright

I was robbed of my birth right. My father, who was king,has picked my sister Azrael to become ruler of all the four kingdoms. When my father announced that the child that pumped no blood of the king was to rule, I cried out. 'Father, do not let this rat squirm her way to the throne.' but he just yelled back. 'The only rat I see here is you. You cannot fight with such tiny claws as those. Your tounge does not speak of the heroic deeds you would do as king. All you are useful for is listening to the old coot yammer on about stars and herbs. Foolish kit tales he spreads.' my father then shook his pelt and left me alone with my sister's mocking eyes staring at me. I went to Father Marcus, the old coot my father had complained about. I told him my worries of Azrael taking over and changing traditions. He had looked me in the eyes and said. 'Zacra, the flowers from spring soon die in the winter. Snow melts in the spring. The sun does not shine in the fall. Everything changes. Not even the kingdom will stay the same.' I looked up to the wise, old, grey tom. He had helped me many times when I was in need. When I left the musty old cave, Azrael grinned at me with a cheeky smile. Her yellow eyes as cold as the mountains that surrounded their territory. 'Zacra, talking to Father Marcus again? I can see you fancy chatting with him. It would be a shame if someone ordered him to retire to the elders.' Her elegant black fur fluffed up as if threatening me. I looked at her with disgust and turned my nose away from the brat and left to pick up a tasty mouse from the freshkill pile. [Wip]